Ashton finished towel drying his hair and blinked
at his friend from under the damp cotton. He licked his lips, mouth going dry
as he watched the black net stocking slowly travel up a white calf, over the
knee, and stop midway on a sculpted thigh. Shit, that was hot. Lance giggled
and Ashton's gaze shot to his face. His friend winked a mascaraed lash, basking
in the attention he seemed to crave.
Lance straightened, keeping his foot on the chair and
showing a dangerous amount of white skin between the lace ruffled stocking and
the strip of a skirt he wore. "Like? They're new," he asked, coy.
"You're going to drive the boys wild tonight.
Let me see."
Lance lowered his foot and faced Ashton, and
suddenly bit his lip. A pretty blush tinged his cheeks and Ashton's heart
skipped a little. Small wonder men fell on their knees for his best friend. The
black fishnet showed his lovely legs to perfection, a delicious bulge pushed
against the front of the tiny skirt, and miles of creamy skin rose from a slim
waist to pale nipples and a sweet, flawless face. The black lace bowtie on his
slim throat was a sin in itself.
"Turn around," Ashton demanded, unable
to keep the huskiness from his voice. If anything Lance's blush deepened as he
faced the wall. Holy fuck! The scrap
of plaid barely covered the perfect ass. If Lance bent even slightly…
Ashton quickly dropped the towel to cover his
reaction, barely able to stop himself from slapping that beautiful roundness.
What he wouldn't give to feel Lance buck in his hands as he pulled those sweet
cheeks apart and slid into…
Stifling a groan, he crossed the small room and
fell on his bed, making sure the towel stayed bunched on his lap. Shit, he
needed to get laid.
"Um…can I move yet?"
Ashton laughed and rolled to his side to face his
friend. Lance peeked over his shoulder at him, mischief dancing on his face.
"You know I love you, right?" Ashton
asked. "You're perfection, hon. I don't think you'll make it off the stage
alive tonight. But why dressed so early?"
"Trix wants to practice. Then he's taking me
to brunch."
"You'll change, right?" Shit. Ignoring Lance's amused laughter;
he rolled off the bed and stomped to the miniscule closet to pick the
inevitable black pants and white button-down shirt for work. He kept his back
to Lance until he could hide the evidence of his interest behind the zipper of
his slacks, then turned, keeping his eyes on the buttons of his shirt as he did
them up. He glanced across the room at Lance's continued silence, and his brain
went numb. Lance was bent over the vanity applying lip gloss in the mirror. The
skirt lifted enough to show the bottom of his ass and the sweet cleft haunting
Ashton's fantasies.
"Ashton."
He met Lance's eyes in the mirror, seeing his own
hunger reflected in Lance's hot gaze. Instant, searing lust scorched through
him, licked his balls. His arching dick pulled him to his best friend's side. Lance
faced him, lean chest heaving, a thousand emotions chasing through his
cornflower blue eyes. He smiled, tentative, and wound one of Ashton's dark
curls around a finger. "Hey."
Ashton couldn't speak, throat tight and aching.
There was so much he wanted to tell this man, but words were beyond him.
Lance's smile turned gentle, sweet. He touched
Ashton's mouth with his thumb and Ashton's lips parted. Please! He'd waited a lifetime for this kiss. He licked dry lips
and saw Lance's eyes darken.
"Baby," Lance murmured and lowered his
head. Before their lips touched the doorbell peeled through the apartment,
breaking them apart. Ashton blinked stupidly as a wide, delighted smile sprang
on Lance's face. He made a gleeful sound of pleasure as he trotted across the
room to answer the door. Ashton swallowed hard, his euphoria bursting in the
face of reality when Lance opened the door and the whirlwind that was Trix
swept inside.
He was the same height as Lance, but where his
friend was willowy and graceful, Trix was fit, muscular, and devastating in the
same black lace and mini as Lance wore. He threw Ashton a friendly smile.
"Hey."
"Hi, Trix. Let me find my shoes and I'll be
out of your way."
"No rush."
Ashton studied the beautiful man. Trix had his
dark hair in a braid and Ashton was sure the warm chocolate eyes were outlined
in black eyeliner. Fabulous. Lance
joined him and Ashton's blood dropped to his dick when they kissed. Sweet fuck,
he wanted them on his bed, hot cocks in each of his hands, lush mouths on his
body…
He glanced away, furious with himself at a stab of
jealousy when Lance moaned. Spotting his shoes under the bed, he retrieved
them. He had to get the hell out of there, right fucking now.
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